Freewrite: "Migrations", por bonzopoe [poetic prose]

I came home and she sleeps. Apparently the birds from the zoo have come to visit today. I see dandy-like flamingos strolling along the shores of her dreams, and raucous macaws decorating the air like abstract paintings.

She doesn't flinch, and the birds, seeing me, discreetly step aside to let me pass. I remove some geese perched on the pillows, as if claiming on behalf of her species the ignominy that her content makes possible, and I lie down next to her.

The goldfinches then begin to coo at me, with the low-frequency chirps of the pigeons as a rhythmic base, and the peacocks unfurl their thousand-eyed tails, which move slowly, and which I follow with my eyes as if they were a clock in an act of hypnotism.

When I finally fall asleep, a huge pelican swallows my fears in one bite, while swallows symbolically highlight the fact, as an ironic gesture of farewell. Next to me is she, radiant, dressed in a thousand colors. I stretch out a wing and hug her. She rubs her beak to my face.

Suddenly everyone begins to take flight, and in the distance we see some stragglers approaching from the zoo. Without saying anything, we spread our wings and join them, resuming our migration with the hope of finding again, new bodies to inhabit.

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